Chapter 18

• CHARLES
• Similarly as I was going to wrap up talking about certain things with the commission — the other wrongdoing families — I heard the most brilliant sound, and very much like them, I went to see what its identity was. Never would I had speculated my Angel would remain there with a violin tucked under her jawline.
• Everybody couldn't remove their eyes from her. I couldn't exactly fault them seeing as all her strokes of the bow created the most great vibrations. Indeed, even in that white dress encompassed by obscurity, she had a corona drifting simply over her head. There were wings fanned out despite her good faith. She was, all around, a holy messenger.